“She’s doing as well as can be expected. She’s in a lot of pain, even with the painkillers she is on. Maria keeps praying to have her stay with us longer but sometimes…sometimes I think it would be kinder to let her go.” The words seemed cold to her but Janie hoped what she felt behind the words was clear. Her mother was suffering, the cancer had spread too far by the time she went to see a doctor and now all they could do was sit with her and do all they could to make her comfortable. “Well I’m happy that you got the chance to mend things with her before she went.”
Lucy didn’t really have the closest relationship with her grandma but she remembered going to see her on Christmases and on her birthday. She remembered her house and how it always smelled like prayer candles and she could still picture her walls that were covered from top to bottom with images of saints cut out from old calendars.
Once she had wandered into her grandma’s bedroom and seen a large illustrated poster depicting two scenes. One side must have been a good girl, angels surrounded her as she prayed and did good deeds. The other side was the same girl but devils followed her. One image was of the girl’s hair being pulled by a devil who lay under her bed and had stayed fresh in her mind’s eye from the moment she saw it. She was stood in front of the poster trying to understand the images when her mother found her and pulled her away, chiding her for going into people’s bedrooms without permission. She was never able to sleep without her parents checking under her bed first after that. Her mother called it a silly poster and told her to stop thinking about it but even now at twenty years old the image seemed fresh to her.
She shuddered a bit and Janie patted her shoulder.
“ I’m sorry I shouldn’t say these things to you, I forget that you’re so young still. If you want to go with me today I’ll be leaving in twenty minutes,okay?”